Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 501-Chapter 600)

But after waiting for a while, the Unraging monk only smiled silently. Li Qingshan asked in confusion, “Master?”


The Unraging monk pointed at Duoge with a smile. As it turned out, Duoge had yet to finish up with calling him master ten thousand times! Finally, when Duoge finished up, the Unraging monk slowly stowed the demon heart away under Duoge’s eager gaze and said kindly.

“You’re still too young right now, so I’ll hold onto it for you. I’ll give it to you in the future!”

Duoge pouted, but he dared not say anything. He just felt that monks were not as foolish as they were rumored to be.

Li Qingshan vaguely remembered how all the red envelope money he had received in his past life had vanished like that. He could not help but say, “Master truly is a good monk with a strong sense of honour!”

Duoge had realised this “big monk” right before him was anything but easy to deal with a long time ago. Hearing Li Qingshan describe him as “good”, he panicked inside, Isn’t that a curse word? The venerable is standing up for me, but it’ll be bad if he angers this monk. He said in a hurry.

“The venerable is wrong. Master is a bad monk. He’s bad through and through, the worst monk in the world. Master is a great demon among monks!”

He tried to suck up to the Unraging monk a little and save Li Qingshan’s hide.

Li Qingshan was taken aback before bursting out with laughter uncontrollably.

The Unraging monk’s expression was a little strange. He saw how hard Duoge tried to come off as sincere, so he scratched his big, shiny head. “About this…”

Li Qingshan rubbed Duoge’s head. “Oh you. There’s no need to call me venerable anymore. Just senior brother will do.”

“S- senior brother.”

“Let me tell you. While what you said earlier was not exactly wrong, the people of this world all like to hear themselves being praised as ‘good’.”

“Ah!”

“Damned disciple, what do you mean by not exactly wrong? What’s so bad about your master?” The Unraging monk feigned anger.

Duoge only interpreted that as the Unraging monk actually losing his temper. He panicked inside again and swiveled his eyes in thought. He sure had responded fast as he said loudly, “Master is a good monk! Master’s entire family are good monks!”

That did sound a lot more sincere than before.

“Pft!” Li Qingshan opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth. He could not help but burst out in laughter again.

“Damned disciple, if you do so much as let out another sound of laughter, I’ll seal your mouth off!”

Li Qingshan stopped laughing and thought, Even a powerful dragon is unable to crush a snake in its local habitat. I won’t be stooping to the same level as a monk like you.

The Unraging monk said, “Stop chattering. Do you know who created the Demon Suppression Statuary?”

They finally approached the main topic. Li Qingshan sat seriously and shook his head, expressing that he did not know.

The Demon Suppression Statuary was obviously nowhere close to the Nine Transformations of the Demonic and Divine or the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty, but who knew how many times more powerful it was compared to cultivation methods like the Arts of the Boundless Ocean. In this world, it could be regarded as a cultivation at the very peak. Just what kind of person was the creator of this cultivation method?





Chapter 583: A String of Prayer Beads | Legend of the Great Sage




The Unraging monk paused. “I don’t know either.”

Fucking hell! Li Qingshan cursed inside.

The Unraging monk continued with a smile, “Actually, who created a cultivation method isn’t important. What is important is what the cultivation method can bring us. Damned disciple, you’ve already reached the sixth statue with the Demon Suppression Statuary. You can freely use the Chains of Demon Suppression and the Demon Suppression Tower, but can you be regarded as having grasped it completely?”

“I’ve only grasped twenty or thirty percent of it,” said Li Qingshan.

Even the Arts of the Boundless Ocean required him to constantly cultivate and comprehend in order to break through, let alone the Demon Suppression Statuary that was more profound. All he had done was take advantage of the intensity of his demonic nature and how he did not have to worry about his demonic nature running out of control.

“At least you know your limitations somewhat. You might have me as your master, but you probably have no interest in listening to actual buddhist classics, so let’s just talk about the profound wonders of the Demon Suppression Statuary instead!”

“Yes, master!”

Li Qingshan brought his palms together and lowered his head, answering politely. No matter how proud he was usually, he was receiving careful guidance for free, so he had to accept it with a modest mindset. He listened along closely.

Duoge copied Li Qingshan and brought his palms together in a hurry. “Yes, master.”

The Unraging monk smiled. “A century ago, your master I was once known as the ‘Raging Monk’. I could not stand any of the injustices of the world. Whenever I saw the kind-hearted being harassed, I would only ever be relieved if I killed the perpetrator, regardless of their identity or cultivation. During the several years I spent travelling outside, who knew how many lives I had claimed. The rage within me blazed fiercely, and my mind became lost, severely breaking the precept of anger. Before I knew it, I had already entered the demonic path…”

The Unraging monk sat on the rock, telling them patiently what he had gone through in the past, including why he had been punished to stand guard over the Demon Suppression hall and what led to him learning the Demon Suppression Statuary.

Li Qingshan listened along quietly, sighing over the Unraging monk’s journey before gaining much enlightenment from his experiences with comprehending the Demon Suppression Statuary. Before he knew it, the sun had set, and the sky had become covered with stars.

The days cycled through, and before he knew it, a month had passed.

Before the Demon Suppression hall, the vegetation stood lush and verdant. The scenery remained the same.

Under the sunlight, Li Qingshan laid on top of the grey stone tablet in front of the Demon Suppression hall, sleeping away. There was an array of alcohol jars of various sizes around him, and the heavy fragrance of alcohol still lingered in the air.

He stretched and woke up, rubbing his face. “I didn’t think I’d actually lose to that old monk with drinking. He must have used his powers secretly and cheated, taking advantage of the fact that my cultivation is not as high as his.”

The thunks of a wooden fish rang out beside him. Looking over, he saw the Unraging monk sitting in the shade of the mountain on a tall meadow, striking the wooden fish with one hand while holding prayer beads in the other.

Li Qingshan rolled over, leaning on his side as he asked in wonder, “Master, you chant scriptures too?”

“Your master I am a monk, so I obviously have to chant scriptures.”

Li Qingshan smiled. “Doesn’t the buddha pass through your belly, but alcohol and meat remain in your heart?”

The Unraging monk opened his eyes and smiled. “Today, your master is holding a banquet in his heart, inviting the buddha to dine on meat and alcohol. I need to chant a little to play my role as a host.”

Li Qingshan laughed aloud. His laughter echoed through the valley, startling a few birds.

“If I were the buddha, I’d wipe you off the face of the world with a palm strike right now, master.”

“And that’s why you’re not the buddha.” The Unraging monk smiled. His smile contained an indescribable sense of buddhist truth, which made Li Qingshan remember that this big, smiling monk was a great master who had undergone three heavenly tribulations.



Li Qingshan asked, “Junior brother hasn’t come out yet?”